Yes, this is a fanfic, the different characters of the different animes will become a part of the story in more or less permanent ways throughout this series.

Pokegirls were created by Metroanime, and if you've got any questions about what they are, google "Angelfire pokegirls whatis", if you grimaced when reading that, then you're going to love this story!

All pokegirls are taken by the latest updated pokedex that can be found at the yahoo group "Pokegirlworldinformation" they are looking for new recruits, so join the group and get access to all pokegirl related information.

Some chapters contain lemons and/or violence, this one contains none in levels that would need a warning label, wait, did I just warn you that a Legendary will show her head? *Dammit, stop spoiling everything*, no problems though, no one actually reads this stuff.

If you're confused about something, read the author's note at the bottom or send me a message/email/review if that didn't help.


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(Author's Replies)


UNSpacy000: You should get your weird train fetish under control or checked out at least. That video you sent me… *shudders*.

(Just kidding, for those of you that didn't get it).

Death of snipers: more than Mario's, I figure it's my own… which I guess would technically be Mario's mischievous side at the same time? Talk about metaphysical.

Also, though I'm big on remaking and improving what I've got, I have a harder time at it than what you'd normally think with most things I've done, mostly because when I do, I have a very bad habit of changing the plot in some subtle (and not so subtle) ways, and I've decided to make that a big NO NO because otherwise I'll end up at some point making a reference to some correction I've done, and you'd be forced to re-read everything. Either way, if I plan on doing anything to the older chapters, I'll give a shout.

Dragoon109: Your reply is long, so it's at the bottom.

Cko2: If you're making a reference to a character of some other already existing series, I haven't got a clue as to who it may be. Otherwise I HAVE a couple serpentine girls on the potential list of additions… just like how I once considered adding a legendary… but the later idea has been ditched, so the former may or may not become a reality.

TheMysticalFett:

YES, YES, YESYESYESYESYESYES!

In case you're confused, those were the exact words I spoke when I read your comment. Seriously, this sort of support is what one expects from... dare I say... Fan? and I really, REALLY felt motivated when I read it. You practically described everything I have been placing the most emphasis on since the beginning, and you can consider yourself partially (about 30% overall) to blame for this chapter, hope you get chills!

Saar Kasun:

YOUR COMMENT WAS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED.

THANK YOU, RANDOM CITIZEN.

Thanks, I thought it was too much of a BLOCK of text and had doubts about it. As you may or may not have noticed, I followed your advice, broke the mega-paragraphs and placed an explanation/correction regarding the link... more or less.

polarpwnage: It's pretty much because I don't feel like arguing with someone about not having been warned the story had the potential of violence or lemons... And yeah, it's happened.

Finally, here's a new page of the story. Enjoy and review!


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-+-Somewhere north of Edo, Elf forest-+-


Mario sat down on the stump with a grimace, his thighs aching from the overexertion the day prior, a piece of paper on a hard and flat piece of wood, Miranda's enchanted pen in hand. At either side of him were Verde and Sakuya, they too were holding pen and paper as they remained seated calmly.

"Next." Mario spoke wearily, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

At the edge of the clearing, Hana nodded and spoke some words under her breath, face hard like a rock. Next to her appeared a pokegirl, and the new one walked all the way to the center of the clearing so they could have a good look at her.

She stood at half a head shorter than Mario, about one meter sixty in height, skin a very dark green that was just two or three shades away from being an achievable coloration for a normal human. The first thing he noted aside from skin color was that she was naked completely with the exception of a series of leafs, feathers and large flower petals that formed some sort of colorful helmet, shaped like that of a medieval knight, hiding her head completely except for a series of small holes on the sides that were barely larger than a pinky in width. Her figure was nothing to scoff at, unlike Sakuya's runner's physique and Verde's fighter one, the girl's was more along the lines of a plump model, and quite pleasantly so, she had a set of wicked curves that were making the human glad he was sitting behind an improvised table, a form nearly cartoonish in the impossibility to naturally find women with those proportions, and the few that had them would most likely bare them with extreme pride. Mario wasn't sure as to where he should place his eyes, finding his attention drawn to dark green nipples, eventually managing to lock onto the small horizontal slit in the helmet behind which he guessed her eyes were.

But it was clear this girl was nervous, slumped shoulders and her hands tightly gripping one another as it was obvious she didn't know where to put them.

Verde whispered something under her breath and drew an 'X' on her piece of paper.

'That was fast.' Mario thought before turning to Sakuya, seeing her sweeping through the pokedex and also marking an 'X' into her own paper. With a sigh, he turned back to the girl and raised his voice. "What's your name?" Seeing how she almost jumped at his question and her hands flew in the direction of her chest and crotch, but were halted half way, he figured the idea of being naked had not been one she had agreed to originally. That or she was just that shy.

"Ti." She stammered behind her helmet. "My name is Ti."

He nodded, writing the name down and two exes next to it, wondering why it seemed everyone they talked to had rather simple and mostly unoriginal names, perhaps it had something to do with the fact that most expected their names to be changed once part of a tamer's harem? "Well, Ti, why did you apply?"

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-+-Several hours later-+-


"That's all of them." Mario groaned as he toppled onto the forest floor, lying on his back. "I never liked being on the receiving end of an interview, but damn, being on the other side is a pain too."

Verde looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. "Your own fault for not just declaring a gran melee and taking whoever's left standing."

"For someone who wants to be a future chief, you sure like taking the easy way out of things." He snapped, seeing her flinch and turn away in a moment of what he guessed was embarrassment. Well, next time she would think about it before opening her mouth. "Let's have it. Who would you vote for?"

The two pokegirls looked at one another before turning back towards him. "What are the terms?"

Another groan, he cursed, they were choosing to leave the rules of engagement clear now, he wouldn't be able to make them up as he went, this time at least. He handed them the piece of paper he had been scribbling on where there were over forty names. "First column is Sakuya's 'NOT' selection, second is Verde's. Third column is my own, fourth column is 'Unfuckable' and last column is if I find them interesting."

"Fifth column is mostly blank." Verde pointed out.

"That's because I've barely had a chance to really find them interesting or not." He shrugged. "Rules are that the ones both of you have exed are out, as well as the four I tagged as unfuckable, third column for now is a guide and not set in stone, I may change my mind about that one."

"You tagged as 'Unfuckable' the Moonflower girl?" Verde appeared amused. "She would've probably fucked your brains out. Then she would've gone for mine and Sakuya's and then kept going on her own for a day or two."

"Precisely." He was quick to stand up and move towards their tent, holding back the groan as his legs reminded him they had yet to fully recover. It had been a very long day and he would rather go to sleep now before anything else happened. Considering the sun had yet to truly begin setting, the odds of that happening were rather high. "Though 'nymphomaniac' would technically not be considered such, I think that adding her to the team with our numbers would result in me getting blisters in places I'd rather not get. In fewer words: 'Unfuckable'."

"If that's the case…" the pokegirl duo looked again through the list. "That would leave us with about twenty few candidates."

"Great." He waved his hand above his head and went for the flap of his tent. "You two work out favorites and tell me tomorrow. Be ready to defend your decision, asking more information to the candidates ought to give you more ammo for what I might ask or not. Just remember I will also do something to test them tomorrow or the day after." Rubbing his chin, he looked downwards for a second, his gaze darkened. "It won't be a standard test; you're in charge that whoever you pick is prepared for that." There was a shadow under his eyes for a second, though he shook his head and it quickly went away. "I'm going to thoroughly interrogate my pillow. Good night ladies and good luck." He gave each a peck on the lips before stepping into his tent, and without even bothering to take his clothes off, toppled down and practically slammed his head against the fluffy end of the sleeping bag that served as a pillow.

Taking a deep breath, he eased himself further, not really trying to do much other than remain still and face down against the extremely soft and silky surface, only barely managing to loosen his boots with his feet in the process. It had been a very long day, and he would've definitely preferred doing some form of training rather than trying to figure out whom out of a bunch of strangers he was going to fuck first. The dull ache coming from his legs made him grimace and correct himself, he would've rather practiced some magic or remain all day recovering from his stiffened muscles rather than anything else.

He figured the only reason he hadn't flat out refused the idea of this whole 'Gotta Fuck'Em all' endeavor was because he figured denying it just like that would get the girls rather cross with him, and at the same time could place him in a lot more danger than he'd be willing to go through. But that was a bridge he'd have to push himself into crossing once he got there, with any luck whoever came out of this selection process would help in that regard too… somehow.

"This is going to probably take too long." He groaned, turning face up and using the zipper to open the coat slightly and feel a bit fresher. Damn, the day had been much warmer than what it should have been in winter and it made him cranky. "Well, off to sleep I go."

He closed his eyes, forcing his breathing to slow down and to go straight into blissful darkness.

He opened his eyes to look up at a mossy green sky.

There was a pause in his doubt as to what had just happened.

He slowly sat up and looked around, no longer in the forest but at what appeared to be a desert, as white sand covered every inch in every direction. His hand grasped the grainy particles and rubbed them gently, it was fine and almost soft, it even drifted back down to the ground as if freshly fallen snow.

As if it was under water.

His gaze searched for clues around him. The sky right above him was brighter than the one found in the horizon, the coloration gradually becoming darker until it was a deep and impenetrable blue, the sand going from horizon to horizon unimpeded and with little sign of being anything but a perfectly smooth desert.

The frown appeared once he took a deep breath and stood up, finding gravity and air to be just as normal as he would have in the forest, no strange sensations or scents or incommodities being found.

"A dream?" he rubbed the underside of his chin, his attention shifted to look himself over, finding his appearance to be exactly how he remembered it to be before going to sleep, with the exception of his clothes, that now were a casual and plain gray shirt along with knee length black shorts and no socks or shoes. The fabric of the clothes moved and shifted as if underwater too, a strange effect considering he didn't feel the resistance of the water anywhere else. "Most definitely a dream." His focus turning towards what remained of his left arm, an idea and a grin followed as he focused, closing his eyes and imagining that his arm had never sustained any damage.

He felt slightly disappointed when he opened his eyes to find nothing had changed.

Mario looked around once more, trying to make sense of the situation. "I haven't had a dream in years, and it's never been this lucid. At least not that I remember anyway, maybe I'll forget it as soon as I wake up?" He pinched his cheek, and the pain quickly made him wince. "And I thought a way to tell if you're dreaming is with pain…" seeing nowhere in particular that called his attention, he began walking towards his right, figuring anything was better than staying still. "If this is Dream Time, then where's the one that created it?" placing his hand in his pocket, he took a brisk pace, finding the sensation of drag his clothes created even though he couldn't find it in his skin to be somewhat amusing, as if walking against a strong wind but not, all at the same time. "I just hope this isn't my mind-scape, seems too empty for my liking."

His eyes would drift upwards every now and then, finding the 'surface' of the sea to change coloration from green to blue to white and then blue again with no discerning pattern, the light that filtered down seeming unimpeded as the water was mostly still. He could swear he could make out a cloud or two far above, but it was impossible to be sure about it.

Seeing how only his steps served to measure time since everything else remained unchanging, he estimated about half an hour worth of walking before he noticed the sand under his feet had begun to be more than just flat and un-amusing surface, taking a slight incline downwards, with ripples and long mounds appearing on it, as one would expect the sand near a shore.

Mario came to a stop as he looked at the darkness that had remained in front. Now that the horizon had begun to dip slightly downwards, he found the deep blue becoming darker as it went lower, a chill ran down his spine.

There was something in that direction, and it made him feel nervous.

Pause.

Hesitation and a stressed chuckle before he began walking again, there was nothing else anywhere, and he might as well find out what it was that was waiting for him.

The further he walked down the slope, the more inclined it became, the light that filtered from above becoming lesser and fainter the deeper he went, the darkness encroaching his vision and soon leaving him barely able to see the ground he was stepping. The 'air' around him had also begun to feel colder.

Mario sat down and rubbed his arms as he tried to get slightly warmer, his eyes shifting left and right in a failed attempt to make out something in the near absolute lack of light, and realizing it was going to get even darker. He pressed two fingers against the side of his neck, his heart rate had sped up considerably, it was comparable to when he had just ran up some stairs. "I'm afraid." He muttered, the constriction he had been feeling inside his chest familiar and easily recognizable now that he paid it attention to it. Taking several deep breaths, he tried to exert some control over his heart. It took him a minute, but it eventually began to slow down somewhat, even though the constriction had yet to ease up. "Nunca le tengas miedo a lo que podría haber. (Never be afraid of what there may be)." He mumbled to his deaf heart, nothing changing within himself other than his reaffirmed resolve to keep from letting it take control of him.

Standing back up, he continued walking towards the darkness, hand now knotted into a fist and his eyes wide open, it was now impossible to see anything, his mind focused on keeping his breathing calm and the only sign he was going anywhere was that the sand under his feet remained becoming steeper still.

In the absolute darkness it was impossible to tell anything apart, even if he knew there would be nothing to see, his steps were slightly less sure even though he expected each to show the exact same thing as the last, an unending incline of sand.

Until his foot found nothing that is, and he abruptly found himself leaping into a panic without a second of thought, falling into the emptiness.

He didn't even get the chance to scream before hit rock bottom. The only sign of his shock his heart as it tried to escape up his throat, and if that failed, hammering its way out through his ribcage.

"Ouch." Mario mumbled, rubbing his sore left shoulder, feeling slightly lucky he had reacted quick enough to at least avoid falling face first, the fall had not been as great as the panic had made him believe.

Suddenly, light.

It was dim, and barely illuminated anything, but to his eyes that had adjusted to absolute darkness it was blinding, and he had to shield them for several seconds before he could see again.

The source came from the floor and walls around him, a dim blue that outlined words that had been carved onto the stone pit he found himself in, its width no greater than five meters, and its depth at the very least three times that. He had to wonder how he had not felt more pain from falling such height.

As soon as he read the first word he let out a defeated sigh. "Damn." He looked around, finding the same phrase repeated over and over again in different fonts and sizes.

"I AM ALONE." His finger traced the crude carving on the floor, his eyes closed and he sat down, leaning against the wall. When he opened his eyes again, the glow had vanished, but his hand could still feel the carvings under his finger.

"Fuck." He laid his head against the wall, his hand rubbing his shoulder, he felt a lot colder now. "It is my mind."


-+-Verde-+-


Verde looked over the piece of paper and hummed. "I don't think the Ivywhore will do us any good, she's more plant than anything else and healing is not one of her strong suits."

"Though she could help us catch more ferals." Sakuya countered, legs crossed and glaring at the little piece of paper too. "Master would have more chances to sell them and we wouldn't have to worry for money when we get to a town or city. We'll need to buy a bigger sleeping bag, some more cooking supplies and that's without taking into account pokeballs, potions, restrains or emergency rations as soon as we get the chance." Rubbing her chin, she kept her lips tightly thin. "We can't risk going out of food and having to take some of his…" she shuddered. "…soup."

The Hun's jaw tightened at the very word, she shook her head. "Agreed." She shook her head. "Still, I'd rather we go for the Kaftara. She seems like the one with the strongest healing powers." Biting her lip, she lowered her gaze. "And I want him to stay safe. Her precog would be invaluable."

Looking at Verde slump her shoulders slightly, the kitsune gave as best an apologetic smile as she could. "I don't think Mario would want us to just think only about his safety when choosing our new harem sister."

"That's the first time you call him by his name when he's not around." She snapped back, following it with a sigh.

"It comes and goes." Sakuya's hands remained still on her knees. "I'll put my X on the Ivywhore. How many candidates do we have left now?"

"Ten." She folded the piece of paper. "And I don't think we'll manage to reduce it any more by arguing. Let's go chat them up."


-+Sakuya+-


The girl was short, though taller than Sakuya by almost an inch or maybe two, but otherwise out of the Hun's league. Her skin had a teal green coloration, clothes little more than a short plaid dark green skirt and a black tube top that looked practically painted on her trim, lithe and very fit body, pretending to be covering a rather meager chest, though doing the job marginally. Her hair a yellowish white and completely inhuman, as it was in actuality a mass of vines and thin leafs that had been kept extremely tightly wound into a flat bun against the back of her head, almost tomboyish as it made it look her hair was much, much shorter if not for the two bangs at the sides of her forehead that fell all the way down to her jaw. Behind her left ear was a dark blue rose, the symbol and namesake of her breed.

A Rosebreast.

Verde almost raised an eyebrow as she looked the pokegirl over once more. This had been one of the very few Mario had tagged as interesting, so they thought they may as well take a peek and see what it was what he had caught his eyes.

Dress ware aside, the Hun was pretty sure nothing else about her stood out. She was neither the tallest nor shortest of the bunch, and they had already talked to plenty girls with physiques that were on practically the entirety of the spectrum.

"Sylvia, right?" Sakuya's words appeared friendly, but Verde could tell she was slightly nervous.

The Plant type seemed to notice as well. "Yes, that is I." she said with marshaled determination. "What is it? I am rather busy and I'd rather be training right now."

"We met earlier today, you wanted to become one of our Master's pokegirls." Verde's voice took a cool edge that was quickly becoming colder. "We were ordered to vouch for a candidate and we wanted to talk to you." She crossed her arms. "But it seems you'll be a waste of our time."

"Yes, I will." Sylvia squared her shoulders at them, a wooden rapier appearing on her hand. "I had been told several good things about him but he does not have the one thing I wish for in the one I am to pledge my sword to." She paused for just a fraction of a second, measuring their reactions. Neither seemed surprised nor insulted by her words. The Rosebreast bowed. "I am grateful he has shown enough interest in me, but I will have to turn down his offer."

With a second bow, she sheathed her rapier and walked away.

"Who would've known? Someone actually turned him down." As soon as the words left her lips, the Huns brows lowered as she stared at the list, looking over the ones remaining once over.

"What is it?" her Alpha had caught on the expression.

"No, nothing." Verde mumbled. "Let's go look for the next girl on the list."


-+-?-+-


Arms crossed, she remained still while looking down at him, brows practically a single line, she kept a continuous glare on his sleeping face. He wasn't the prettiest of the bunch, that's for sure, but she had definitely seen much worse.

Her foot began to tap on the ground in impatience. When was he going to wake up? It usually took only a couple minutes before they startled themselves awake. She wondered if it would be best to take a peek into his dreams, but shook her head against the idea; it had taken enough out of her to have created the dream to begin with, and last time her own thoughts had influenced the results.

Upper lip twitched and she tapped harder, at this rate his girls would be back and she'd lose the chance to find out what she had come for without being bothered.

"I…" her head snapped in his direction as he barely spoke the word, his body shuddered as he turned sideways, arms clutching at the sleeping bag. "I'm so lonely…"

An icy cold chill ran down the girl's spine, eyes widened as she turned her surprise back into a glare. "Shit." She quickly waved her hand and with a small psychic push undid the nightmare he had been in, almost instantly his body eased up and his face showed a deep calmness. The pokegirl kept her eyes on him for several more seconds, ensuring he wasn't about to wake up. With a growl, she shook her head and kneeled down beside him for a second, pressing her hands against his right shoulder for just long enough for a dim bluish glow to appear where she touched him before she stood back up and went back outside without another word.

Gospel was waiting for her at the other side, a raised eyebrow, her arms crossed. "I thought you hadn't been invited, Corona."

"I'm not in the mood. Go fuck your pet or something, I need a drink."

"Hana is not my pet." The words came out as a growl, only realizing she had fallen for the taunt a second later.

"When did I say anything about Hana?" Corona's reply came with a growl of her own and left before Gospel could even form a reply.


-+-Sakuya-+-


Sakuya frowned as she looked at the list again. "Do you remember if we ever interviewed Hana?"

"Who?" Verde blinked before shaking her head. "Oh, right, the High Elf. Now that you mention it, I don't think we have."

"That's what I thought too." She pointed at the last item on the list. "But Mario wrote her down."

"It only says 'Nibbly Ears'." The Hun pointed out.

"He teased her about that when we met." The piece of paper was folded. "I didn't see him try it again with anyone else." She slowly thumbed her right ear for a second, wondering if their Master liked it if she offered her own ears as a 'sacrifice'.

Verde looked surprised as he stared at her Alpha for a very long and hard second.

"What?" Saukya stepped back, hand instantly going back down and feeling somewhat self-conscious under the intense gaze.

"No, nothing." She shook her head. "So what about Hana? I'd classify her as a so-so candidate for what we're looking for. Her breed may have excellent skills in some regards, but I hesitate to believe her healing prowesses are anything major. I'd guess she's better suited for hunting or foraging, not healing or protecting." There was a premeditated neutral tone to her voice. "The fact that she didn't apply probably means she isn't interested either."

"I think we should ask just to be sure." There was a moment of hesitation as she smiled at the Hun reassuringly. "Besides, you don't have to worry, Master wouldn't let anyone replace you."

"Wait, what?" Verde almost took a step back as she stared at the kitsune. "What are you talking about? Who said anything about me being afraid of being replaced?" she halted her own rant when she saw the fox's innocently evil smile and frowned. "He told you that so you could use it against me, didn't he?"

Sakuya shook her head, but kept the grin as she pointed at the Hun's face, tail happily wagging behind her. "He just told me that your left brow is always just a tiny bit lower than the right one when you're nervous about something."

The Hun's shoulders suddenly squared as she looked down at her, her face a wall of ice and her eyes burning embers. "So, tell me, what else did he say about me?"

Sakuya's ears become flat, her tail went slack, shoulders slumped and shrinking down and she took half a step back under the intimidating aura. "Nothing… he didn't say anything else about you." She quickly muttered.

Suddenly, Verde let out a dejected sigh and shook her head, her pose becoming neutral again. "You shouldn't have done it like that." She turned towards her and poked her right in the middle of her chest. "You are the Alpha, you back down to no one. More so if it's to a harem sister." She waited until Sakuya meekly nodded before easing up. "So? What has he been teaching you all those times while I was off hunting for food?"

The kitsune shook her head. "It's a leader's skill, he said that right now I'm the only one who had the potential to learn it."

"Now that's just not fair." Verde crossed her arms and her gaze hardened again. "I still want to become the leader of my tribe one day; it's why I wanted to learn Spanish from him to begin with. I want to know. I have the right to know."

Under the intense gaze of the Hun, the kitsune muttered and stammered before finally looking down at the ground. "He said it's the ability to know what others are thinking only using their body language and facial expressions." She poked her left hand with her right index finger. "But he only gave me some vague terms and told me the rest I'd have to figure on my own from there or else it wouldn't be as effective."

There was a moment of silence before Verde groaned inwardly. "Fine, I'll ask him when he wakes up. Let's just go look for Hana and see if she's worth it…" she mentally hoped that the High Elf was not interested in the offer, regardless of how capable she actually was.


-+-Mario-+-


Mario slowly opened his eyes, owly blinking while looking at the tent above him. It took him a second to realize it was dark outside and another more before he noticed a distinct lack for the urge to sleep. "How long have I been out of it?" he wondered to himself, picking up the dex from within his pocket.

Apparently, he had only slept for a little over three hours.

"No wonder I feel like shit." He groggily rubbed his eyes as he placed the dex back into his pocket. His mind was a jumble, but there was a distinct feeling he was forgetting something important… and for the life of him he couldn't remember what it was.

Groaning himself into a sitting position, his eyes scanned the tent while his brain finished rebooting. Verde and Sakuya were not there, probably still hunting for the ideal candidate from the list, and outside the tent practically everything was dark.

Taking a couple seconds to assess his state, he decided his muscles didn't ache enough that going outside to take a leak would be too unpleasant.

Zipping up his jacket, he placed his boots on and stood up.

There was a second of surprise when his legs didn't complain from the exertion, and he had to wonder if it had indeed been just four hours of sleep. "Usually would've taken me at least another day." He muttered, rubbing his calves and thighs and finding no discomfort, was this because of his training these past month?

Labeling the inquiry as unimportant, he went outside, breathing in the cold night air, slowly letting go of it and feeling much more relaxed.

A stray thought wondered just how dangerous it was to just stand there in the middle of the night when there were a whole plethora of pokegirls that were specifically designed to hunt in the dark. He wondered if it really mattered if he was in his tent our out, as the thin unenchanted material would prove just as much protection as nothing at all. Then he remembered a character from one of his favorite shows saying 'It's like I'm wearing nothing at all' over and over again. With a grin, he decided that if he was going to die that night by getting mauled by some random furry sexy chick, at least he'd have the decency to not leave a foul aftertaste.

Using his dex as a source of light, he guided himself towards the hole that had been dug for that purpose during the day that was a hundred yards or so from the tent. Once done he buried it with some fresh dirt to cover any potential smell as best he could.

Just as he had been about to enter the tent, he paused and looked upwards.

Gasp.

It was a beautiful night sky; without a cloud in sight, and it was littered with so many stars he couldn't even fathom an approximate number, much less hope to count them all in his lifetime.

It took him several seconds to remember he had to breathe.

Millions if not more, each with a brilliance and shimmer unique to all the rest, spread in random clusters, forming shapes and nebulas and galaxies and everything. On one side he could see a bright green star, Green! And all around it there were redder and even yellower stars, a splurge of coloration hidden at the corner of the sky. In the middle was a long road of milky white clusters, dividing the sky almost in half but leaning partially to a side. Stars as bright as the moon shinning down with unwavering brilliance, surrounded by countless others that dimmed and waned with a practically random variation, some even having tiny variations in their color.

And then, almost as if casually placed there on a whim, thin shimmering lines of green blue and red, waving in an undulating pattern.

"Aurora Borealis." He whispered, watching at the practically invisible snakes in the sky, just tiny samples of what he guessed he'd be seeing were he just a couple hundred kilometres closer to the pole.

Had he really not seen the night sky since he had come to this world? It was as if someone had stuck a National Geographic photo up top and decided to imrpove on it a thousand times over. There were just so many of them he couldn't find the few constellations he knew; there were just…

Mario barely noticed himself putting his hood on and lying on the floor to better keep himself looking up into the sky, he could probably lose himself if he remained looking at them for too long.

It had been hard for him to believe why some myths spoke of how the stars in the sky were gods of some form or another, souls of those who had passed away or those about to be born.

Now that he was looking up at the beauty that had probably not shown its face to the world in over a thousand years, back when contamination wasn't even a word, it was then that he understood why, why these jewels held in the firmament by a dark veil, with no rhyme or reason for their location or shine, had been the object of worship by cultures all across the globe, regardless of race or heritage or era.

He didn't know how long he remained there, but eventually the sound of heavy steps accompanied by lighter ones woke him from his trance.

"Never thought you were a star gazer." Verde paused to look down at him, arms crossed and anything else indistinguishable in the darkness of the night.

"Never really got a reason to be one." His hand outstretched as if to grasp a cluster of the shinning jewels. "The sky where I come from is filled with smog, that combined with the sheer amount of light the city gives off during the night makes it impossible to see but a hundred stars at best. Most often not even that." Taking a deep breath of chilly air, he stood up and dusted himself off. "Any luck with your hunt?"

"A bit." Sakuya replied, stepping closer and looking up at her tamer in the darkness. "We're not quite done yet."

"Fine by me." Mario shrugged. "I'll give you until the day after tomorrow to finish, I won't mind if we don't advance for a day." He waved his hand towards the tent. "Shall we go get some sleep?"


-+-Prison Isle of Kochi-sho Taiwan-+-


Brandon sat behind a metal desk, holding a data pad and looking in absolute boredom at the prisoner in front of him. Wondering why it was that regulation forbid anything but humans and a handful of Jennies to be within the inner layers of the prison where the inmates were held, and why he had been sent there straight out of boot camp rather than into the field. Clearly, someone in the higher posts of command must have made some form of mistake for things to be this way.

His gaze went to the one standing at in front of him; a meek and half dead boy that he figured had gotten there by pissing off the wrong person, the data pad stated his name as Jack Napier. "First time?" the young boy nodded, practically shrinking on the spot. The soldier pointed over his shoulder to the metal door behind him. "You're door number four; today you'll get to tame a Bimbo, goes by Frances, pokewoman working retail and fresh from New Osaka if you care about that sort of thing. Be warned that if she complains or rates your skills below average, you'll be unable get back into the 'Taming Aid' program, and back you go to being a standard inmate. The rooms are sound proof, so if there's any trouble use the buzzer and you'll get help. Then everyone will laugh their asses off because you couldn't handle an old and horny Bimbo." He looked down at his watch. "You've got forty five minutes."

Nodding meekly, the boy quickly walked through the door.

Not five minutes passed before the red light on top of the door began to blink, an electronic "PING" sound accompanying it to warn the buzzer had been pressed.

Brandon groaned, rubbing his lower back as he stood up, metal chairs bolted to the floor were not the most comfortable of things to sit on. "What the fuck did he do?"

Punching the code into his data pad, the metal door opened. Behind it was a corridor with a dozen metal doors on either side, each a little over a dozen feet from the next, with a large black number painted on it. The man halted in front of door number four and looked down at the live feed from the camera within the room, he saw the inmate, Jack, maniacally laughing as he savagely punched and kicked the pokewoman, the girl in question desperately pressing on the buzzer and attempting to protect herself at the same time.

"Shit." Brandon pocketed the data pad and took out his police baton. "Fucker's nuts!"

Slamming the door open, he stormed past the downed bimbo and his baton landed a square hit on Jack's head, sending him sprawling to the ground. The malevolent grin and cackling laughter that left the inmate's lips made the Brandon shudder, but he didn't hesitate to bring down his baton on the prisoner a second, third and fourth time, until he began curling into a ball. "That ought to teach you." He panted, straightening up as he began to recover his breath, slightly winded from the adrenaline rush.

"I learn very quickly." Jack added a couple chuckles as he looked straight at his assailant's eyes with sheer undisturbed madness. "As does Quin. Did you learn your lesson sweetie?"

Brandon was about to raise his baton again when he heard the door of the room shut. He turned around and saw as the bimbo punched in a couple commands into a data pad, HIS data pad. The man was about to open his mouth when the pokegirl suddenly leapt at him firmly held his throat and reduced his air supply with a speed and strength that should not have been available to a Bimbo. His throat was squeezed to the point he was barely wheezing, he grasped wildly at her extended arm, trying to free himself from the iron grip, the baton having fallen at some point of the surprise attack.

Before his very eyes, the pokegirl's figure shimmered and began to change, her flesh melting as it allowed her to transform. She grew a couple inches, her curvaceous and trim figure gaining muscular edge to it, patches of fur quickly spreading throughout its surface, its coloration a blood red with black stripes and a white patch covering the center of her chest all the way to her groin, a tail sprouted from behind and waving lazily behind, breasts gained extra tautness as they shrank from nearly balloon like proportions to something just slightly below average…

"Naughty naughty." The girl taunted, adjusting her grip so he'd look straight into her light brown eyes, those deep brown eyes that glowed softly and soothed him, intense brown eyes that made it oh so hard for him to remember why he was nervous, the same eyes that made it so easy to just let go and relax, his arms went limp and his gaze glazed over as he lost all ability to think. It was then that the girl shifted her attention to Jack. "Got him nice and calm Boss."

"That's my girl." Jack stood up with ease and went to scratch her head after he had dusted himself off, watching in neutral amusement as she rubbed against his touch. "Could you make him a bit more 'open minded'?"

"Aye aye! Beginning operation!" Her grip on his throat tightened just a bit more, and she watched as the man went from tranced to unconscious, his eyes not even registering a struggle before his eyes closed and his head hung limply. She waited several seconds more before she gently dropped him on the floor, placing him on his back. With her right hand, a dark blade appeared, and she slowly, gently, plunged it into the side of his skull, carving out a near perfect circle three inches wide. "It's such a shame he's missing on all the fun bits…" Once the piece of skull was pulled out with a small gush of blood, the grey matter became visible. She used her clawed finger to pull out a bit of it, barely a scrape. "Bon appetit!" she declared, sticking out her tongue and licking her claw clean, she grimaced and swallowed it. "Yuck, this one was a doodoo brain."

Jack gave one last scratch before glancing over at their victim. "Don't worry; his brain will be much, much livelier soon enough." He extended his hand to the pokegirl and she was quick to nod, muttering a small spell to bring out a pokeball out of her subspace pocket. "Or would it be more appropriate to use 'she'?" the pokeball was lazily tossed, the man disappeared into a bright flash of red light, leaving behind his clothes as the ball wobbled back and forth for several seconds before it came to a halt. "If you'll do the honors?" Jack made a gesture at the now full pokeball.

"This is my favourite part!" she grabbed the ball, releasing a flash of light as a young blonde woman appeared laying on her back, an exact copy of what Quin had been before she had taken her true form, without a single mark that her head had been opened only a couple seconds ago.

Giggling, Quin was quick to dress up with the officer's clothes, giving as sexy a show as she could for her Master, and with just a hint of concentration, she took the form of officer known as Brandon. Once done, she kneeled on top of the new girl and nudged her cheek. "Wakey wakey…" he continued until the girl began to wearily blink, opening her eyes and looking up. It took her a second before those eyes went from sleepy and confused to suddenly snap opened wide in shock and surprise, her assaulter covered up her mouth before the new girl could scream. "This is going to hurt you a WHOOOOOLE lot more than it will us." She excitedly squealed in glee. "It's going to be so much fun!"

Jack kneeled and pressed his hands against the struggling girl's temples. "Now, my dear friend and I will get inside that dirty little head of yours and we'll pluck out all those naughty little thoughts out until everything is nice and clean." Gently sighing, his hand rubbed her cheek as she struggled in vain and tried to scream into Quin's hand. "You don't have to worry one little bit. We understand that an empty brain is such a waste, and we're very big in recycling, really, you should have seen to what we did to our father." The both of them burst into a fit of giggles. "So, once there's nothing left in that head of yours, we're going to fill it up to the brim with happy thoughts, very, very happy thoughts indeed." His hand trailed to her hair and caressed it slowly, then went back to her temples. The bimbo's pleas for help all but ignored, madness shinning behind his pitch black eyes a smile broader than it should be growing on his face. "In fact, you'll be so happy you'll laugh and laugh and laugh, and laugh!" He suddenly scowled as he turned to his pokegirl, reprimanding her with his gaze. "Quin, you know I hate it when I can't hear them laugh."

"Sorry!" she giggled, uncovering the newly minted pokegirl's mouth as she placed her hands on top of Jack's, the girl quickly screaming for help with all she had. The both of them ignored it. "Last one to fry her brain is a rotten egg!"

"Ready?" Jack chuckled.

"Set." Quin giggled. They both stared down at their victim, eyes glowing with psychic power.

"GO!"


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Brandon's Comments:

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-Kitsune (Sakuya)(Alpha)

-Hun (Verde)


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(Writers Comments… you dirty little you)


Before any of you ask, yes, I do feel somewhat satisfied with this chapter, and yes, Mario is actually Batman… well, no, he thinks having a bat-tank-mobile would be pretty awesome, but that's pretty much as close to batman as he wants to be, well, that and the money… fame… martial arts (not the one used in the movies though)... catwoman…

Now, I've got a relatively easy question for those of you 'In the know' about pokegirls in general, do you know what species Quin is? An easier question, do you know who's Jack? I think the previous owners (or 'actual' depending on how you look at it) of the name are/were partially inspirational for the character, the other part being another ongoing pokegirl story called Pokegirl Emerald (also here on FF) that's pretty intense and that made me realize I'm going to need something more competent than Team Rocket.

In case none of you have realized it, I like adding little… easter eggs throughout my stories. That's about it; you'll have to figure the rest on your own.

Story wise, I enjoyed playing with multiple short scenes jumping between each other, and unless something better comes to mind or something extremely important is going on, will keep doing it whenever the group is split up. I'm also trying to balance action and description, but… well; it's mostly a trial and error sort of thing.

Lastly, aside from fiddling around with editing and layout to make this easier and better to read (please comment if I'm doing anything right... or not... comment either way), I won't put any "new girls" dex entries unless it's a very special circumstance. At most I'll just put the names for reference or to avoid confusions, if at all.

Plot wise… I'm keeping my secrets close to my chest. You didn't see coming what came today and I'll make certain it will happen again. Be prepared for the unexpected.

Has anyone managed to try out the random pokegirl selector? Any thoughts aside from it being a bore because you have to reload each time? If you're interested to see it: type into your searchbar "goo dot gl" ("dot" is ".") and add "/nTp8FN" and there you have it. Or you could look at it through the source code of the page and copy it… whichever you fancy. I could give admin access to those of you interested, which would let you reiterate the selectors without needing to reload the page, but you'll have to ask.

Outside of writing and the pet project, things are turning up somewhat on my end of the Ethernet cable (if you haven't noticed already on my general goofiness), so it's likely the next chapter will come somewhat sooner than average. As always though, No promises.


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"Hhmmm it seems kind of odd to me that your self in here has such odd views.

for me pokegirls arent humans, we share a common ancestor yes. but its like cats and dogs. both are different races.

so to me you dont treat a klingon like a human, star treck reference.

the guy seems more than just 'not a prick' but almost stupidly against even trying to take in pokegirl ways. there are designed to be what they are and do… jim made them this way for a reason.

as for the girls in question… the only concearn is the looking down on humans the nun mentioned. that was a stupid mistake that i am surprise he didnt correct her on. humans are dangerous for a reason. we dont need a giant weapon to kill a giant. we are bad ass enough on are own to do it."

Grammatical and syntax errors aside (which I won't comment on because even after proof-reading the shit out of my texts I'm certain I have my own), this is my answer:

How can you be certain anything was made for whatever it is you believe they were made for? Perhaps they had something else in mind and it's just your interpretation, perhaps there wasn't any real reason behind it, maybe you're looking at it completely the wrong way. And even if you know their intentions, why would you base the way you treat anyone on what a third party may or may not have been thinking about when they were 'created' by the mentioned third party?

If you (through the power of imagination) became a pokegirl, do you think you'd suddenly start liking to be treated the same way that the particular breed you became would? Does the fact that you'd have certain aspects of your psychology genetically predefined, classified and divided by "breeds" mean you're less of a person or less capable of feeling, thinking, responding, believing, hoping or hurting in any way that a 'normal' person wouldn't? Does the fact that you'd likely be able to crush a person with your pinky influence this whatsoever? How about that you were once a 'true' human and could potentially give birth to one like any other fertile human woman?

But let's think of something a bit more likely: say that scientists suddenly find out that your genes define a good part of your psychology, to the point they could pretty much predict the general outlines of someone's personality through a DNA test. Does it automatically give people the right to treat you like a Sub if your genes say it's your most likely personality trait? How about if it was decided who gets to work where just by their DNA (there's a movie or two about this particular example, though I can't remember the names), would it be fair for the kid that wanted to be a scientist and studied real hard all his life get sent to play golf because he's got a genetically enhanced swing?

With your Klingon example, even if they were completely different and incompatible species, who decided how we should treat them to be any different than a person who just uses logic for the basis of their life and has a different set of cultural traditions? The fact remains that human personalities can pretty much be found anywhere throughout the entirety of the spectrum, which means that, unless it's a really extreme case, you'll be able to find at least one human being that thinks and acts the same way the aforementioned Klingon or Pokegirl would. So if you can treat that human as if they were human, why not the other? Wouldn't pokegirls basically be humans with powers and a need for taming?

I'll leave you with those questions so you can think about them. But in the end, as a wanabee writer rather than a wanabee philosopher, as the one that's ultimately responsible to the characters and the story, I'll tell you this:

Stories should have a purpose behind them, one way or the other an "Objective" should be decided upon. Whether it is to have fun, simply write random stuff, teach a lesson or kill some time (and characters) is up to the writer.

My "Objective" in this case, is experimentation.

It won't be an adventure that I will make easy to swallow. I plan on 'testing' the limitations and differences between a pokegirl and a human, and show to all a danger posed by the very existence of magic and pokegirls in general that, as far as I've read, has barely been brought to light. The further I go, the better I'll become and the more I'll be capable of showing.

I won't rush it though, I don't want to, there's a plot to follow and characters to develop, hard decisions to be made and realities to adapt to. It will be a long journey with an end that even I am uncertain of at this point, and the morality of it all will forever remain undefined, as it should be, as it is.

And if I manage to write it just half as well as it appears in my mind… well, you'll be the judge of that when the day comes.

PS: I really need to work on not turning my longer replies into megalomaniatic speeches showing my desire to conquer the world.